Page 15 of Twisted Devotion
And with that, I head out of the room and back to the nurses’ station to text Daniella.
Me
Did you know Stevie’s a midwife now?!
She just started here at the hospital with me!
Dani
I knew she was in school for it, but I didn’t know she had graduated already.
She was always super smart and ahead of me… so I guess it makes sense.
Tell her I miss her! And we should make plans for spring break!
Me
I will, honey! I hope school is going well!
She’ll leave me on read for bringing school up, but I can’t help but wonder about her education. She should be in her senior year of school, but she can’t decide what she wants to do. Bo and I have assured her she doesn’t have to finish school if it’s not for her, but she’s convinced her life will be over if she drops out without a degree.
So, we wait.
We’ll let her tell us if she needs us—like all the good parenting books and podcasts say.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
STEVIE
Audrey fucking Taylor is the day-shift charge nurse.
Why had I not even considered that she could have transferred to labor and delivery in the last couple of years that I haven’t been around?
?*The woman that I have not been able to get out of my mind for the past two years is now someone that I have to work with—closely. Almost as close as she was when she was looking up at me with her tongue in my cunt.
I came on her face.
Her fucking husband paid me for that experience, and now I have to see her every day.
Andshe’s my high school best friend’s mother.
I was at their house more than I was at mine growing up.
What the actual hell was I thinking that night at Sin’s? I should have turned around and walked out of that room and never looked back. One of the other Dommes could have easily taken over, and they wouldn’t have known the difference.
But the jealousy that immediately flooded my system at the thought of someone else being with them was something I had never felt with any clients before—so I stayed.
Coming back to Manitou Springs was something I never thought I would do again. I loved my life in Vegas and having the opportunity to continue working at Sin’s to blow off steam whenever I had the urge was beyond amazing. But I knew Springs Hospital had amazing midwife support, and when my grandma called, needing a little more help at home, it was an easy choice.
My grandma raised me. If it wasn’t for that woman, I’d be dead. My mother was the ultimate piece of shit up until she died my senior year of high school. My therapist always says I never really mourned my mother’s death, and I’m always quick to explain that she was already dead to me when she left me in my first drug house at ten. She was so high she forgot I was with her.
That drug dealer was one of the nicer ones I came across, but the last time I remember being with her, my grandma had to pay them before they would let either of us go. After she paid him off, she took me from my mom, and to this day I still don’t think she cared if I was alive or dead.
That’s when I mourned my mother.
While she was alive, actively choosing drugs over her own daughter.
